Thursday
August 20, 2020
9:56AM
I grabbed my Sword Art Online messenger bag and my phone and opened the door to the grey halls. Finally Graphic Design is over for the day. Now I'll be able to see Larry again, which I haven't seen him since September last year, almost a whole year.
Many lines of kids filled the halls, making it less dull. Kids wore masks, one of them wore a literal gas mask and they didn't get in trouble for it. Some wore face shields, mostly the teachers did.
I saw Larry and Yanin walk out of their class, which was across mine, surprisingly.
"Heyyyyyy best friend!"
Larry and I say at the same time, hugging each other even if we probably weren't supposed to because of the coronavirus.
I always say 'Fuck the coronavirus, because I'm a big hugger.'
We walked out of the CEC hugging each other, then we parted ways getting on separate busses that drove to three different high schools. After that, I rode the bus back to my high school, Rider high.
September 21, 2020
I sat outside, sitting on the bench of my back porch, my two sisters and granny were outside with me too, I was sad and pissed at the same time.
"You can't take it out on us."
My big sister said, continuing on as I continued to think 'I want to drop out of swim.'
"You wanna know what I think it is? Ashlyn, you know how you told us she would tell you things like no one cares or get over it? What else has she said?"
My granny asks, I looked up at her.
"She would call me things like bitch or hoe she even calls me stupid or dumb, has been saying that for a long time now."
I say.
"That's emotional abuse, what Ashlyn is doing is called emotional abuse."
Both my sister and granny say, I looked back down, processing the fact this whole time I thought Ashlyn was my friend, but she'd been emotionally abusing me at the same time for the last three years.
"What y'all do, fighting almost every month and not talking to each other for a few days isn't normal."
My sister says, after we were done talking, I walked back inside, sitting in my chair, still processing everything and trying to cope with it but don't know how.
September 27, 2020
I opened snapchat to text Brandon again, but when I sent him the text, it said Your chat is pending until brandonha77 adds you as a friend. My stomach sank, I texted him on Messenger and asked him if he was okay and turned my phone off, putting it down as I walked to bed.
September 28, 2020
I got up and checked my phone, Brandon had texted me back, but he wasn't happy.
Leave me alone.
It's your fault.
If you post on your story about me, it made me feel hurt.
So goodbye.
I'm tired of you.
My heart shattered, torn in pieces, my emotions hit me almost immediately, I started sobbing.
What did I do? Is it me? Will he ever come back? What do I do now? What do I do with my life now that I lost them? Why..Why did he have to leave..? I thought we were best friends? We were friends for more than a decade and you throw me away now? Why? Ashlyn is the fucking reason why. Ashlyn took him from me.. She has made my life a living hell. these past few weeks. You know what? Fuck it.
Was all I could think about, my little sister heard me crying and hugged me, I sobbed into her shoulder, I'd cry the hardest I've ever cried in a really long time. I didn't feel like myself anymore, all I felt was regret, sadness, fear, and I was pretty sure I was also in shock.
November 3, 2020
Stop asking me to be friends with you, I don't want to be friends with you. Stop asking people "You want me be my friend", my answer is no and accept my fucking answer, goodbye.
Brandon had texted me after I got out of the water, I changed clothes before I looked at it, after I was done, I looked at it and broke down.
I texted him and told him that the story from September was about me and my feelings and not him, I constantly apologized and told him 'I NEVER MEANT TO HURT YOUR FEELINGS'.
Oh well. You lost me so go find a new best friend. Lmao bye bye.
He texted back, I felt like my soul was ripped out of my body, I felt like shit, I put my mask on, put my phone down and walked out, putting my hood on so that no one could see that I was crying. I grabbed the blue mat and put it down, I was at the end next to the wall and everyone had already started exercising, I got down and did 9 and 11 push-ups. I did planks, and while we did sit-ups, I punched the mat, multiple times, no one saw it. My knuckles turned red and the scab on my other pinky knuckle had come off.
I stood up, tired of everything and walked to my coach and asked if he had a bandaid, he nodded his head softly, not too sure if he had one, we walked to his office and I stood by the doorframe, I didn't want to walk in there with wet feet since we were at the boys and girls club pool. He handed it to me and I put it on where the scab used to be. I went back to exercise. We were done about an hour later or less. After we were done, I grabbed my things and slammed the doors open, getting into my grandma's car. When I got home, my granny arrived. I told her everything and ended up sobbing on her sleeve.
She patted my back and we finished talking, after that I just smoked with my sister and we talked.
CLIFFHANGER HERE...
YOU ARE READING
The story of my best friend who went missing and came back.
Non-FictionThis book is about my best friend who went missing and how I felt and coped with it. This also eventually turns into a diary of some sort. THIS IS A TRUE STORY BASED ON TRUE EVENTS!
